Snake with clawed foot!

Let me start off by saying that is very creepy. I love to see a lot of weird things and it is very easy to amuse me. When i first seen the picture it just made my flesh crawl. Like oh my God, it that just freaked me out. There is really something wrong with it, and it just look so nasty! I guess it probably wouldn't be that bad if i didn't have a fetish of snakes. Snakes are on of my biggest fears. If i ever seen a snake outside I would run, it don't matter how far away from me it is. Even the garden snakes and the harmless snakes, would bring the punk out of me. The only way I would get close to a snake is if someone was holding it.

So Much Reading

What can I say about college? I remember when I was in high school and all my teachers were like college aint no joke. Okay I can understand them not taking any late work, and I can understand the big huge lecture classes. To me that is nothing new. But oh my God the reading. It seems like reading is all I do. If reading wasn't my hobby before then it sure is now. I read sooo much now. I use to read for the enjoyment of the book or just for fun. Now its like I'm forced to read. Many people say that you are not forced to do nothing because nobody is holding a gun to you head or threaten your life. But I am forced to read. It's either read it or fail it. Get this, I even read in Chemistry, an element, chemical, and math based class.

Proposal Observation

I chose my grandmother to be the topic of my observation. My grandmother teaches her own Sunday school at her church that she attends. I use to be in her Sunday school class when I was a kid. I remember it use to be fun, I don’t know how it is now. I haven’t attended my grandmother’s church in years. She has been teaching Sunday school ever since I can remember. She teaches every Sunday that they have church and have Sunday school. I am not sure what the age group is that she teaches. I will be attending one of her Sunday school classes to observe how she teaches her class. I will be observing what kind of audience she has and what techniques she uses to teach. I think this will be a fun observation!

My Classes

Almost all of my classes form around Charles Darwin and the whole evolution stuff. Honestly I am tired of hearing about Darwin. Well for right now. My Anthropology class, oh my God, I think that her class is more based on the Evolution Theory and breaking it down. Then the way she teaches it is just so boring. My English class, I think it is okay. It is more entertaining than all the rest of the other four classes in my connection classes. It is more of a open conversation, just got to get used to all the writing. Chemistry is a whole different subject. Also the Introduction Class, we are reading book about Darwin. I think its a repeat of his autobiography, but just more detailed. I know I have to hear about him for quite some time now. So I minds well just suck it up!

Observation Between Bobby And Elliott

Mrs. Wendy put to chairs in the middle of the class and had two students conduct a conversation. Everybody else in the class had to write what they saw, heard, and observed. The only thing was, we had to keep our pencil or pens moving until she told then to stop talking. Oh my God, I thought my hand was going to fall off. It was a lot of writing. It was like they didn’t know what to talk about. They had plenty of moments when they would get very quiet almost like they were thinking of something to say. When I was observing the conversation it was like I could hear everything that was going on. Mrs. Wendy was on the computer typing, and other students were making noises like: tapping their pens, moving their feet, and interrupting the conversation. I could tell a lot about how the conversation was going by their body language. One would be slouching down and the other sitting straight up. Then when the conversation got slow they would start to shake their leg. Almost as if they were nervous about the fact that people were watching them and paying close attention to their conversation. It was like they were limited on what they could talk about. Then when Mrs. Wendy was changing the topics of the conversations, their body language changed and the conversation got a little bit more interesting then it was. When they would get a good conversation going on the topic, she would change it. I thought that was kind of funny, but couldn’t really enjoy it because of all the writing and my hand was hurting.

Obseravtion Of A Video I Watched For The Fourth Time

When I was watching the observation video at home on my own my experience was different. I had already seen it three times while I was at school and pretty much knew what was going to happen. Well you know how you say that you can watch something over and over again and think you know it, but every time you watch it you notice something new. Well this time I watched the video again and I noticed that the mom rarely speaks in complete sentences she just suggest things. Also when I was first watching it at school I thought it was funny, just because it reminds me of my mom a little bit. Then after I had seen it more than once it wasn’t really funny anymore because I knew what to expect. When I was watching it for the fourth time it was like I wasn’t really tuned into the video because it wasn’t anything new to me. When I watch something for the first time I’m more tuned into it. I want to know how it starts; therefore, it would be more interesting to me. If I was to come in on it from the middle, it wouldn’t have as much of my interest as it should.

My Josh Man

When I was told to do this assignment. I truly had no clue what I was supposed to write about. The only thing that I could think of was my Josh Man. The Josh Man is my nephew. He is my heart and my baby. I miss him so much. I knew that he was going to be the only person that I miss as much as I do. That part is not very surprising to me. He is only two years old. I didn't really think that he would miss me because he was so young. Like I kind of figured that he would know who I am, but I don't know how to explain it. It's like I knew he was going to miss me because every time you seen me it was like he was somewhere to be found. What I thought or think is so cute is what my mom told me he does. He knows that my mom calls me from her cell phone. So he would go pick up her phone and take it to her and say Ti-Ti (which is the name he calls me). When she told me that all I could do was smile. I thought it was the cutest thing ever and made me miss him even more. Then I would talk to him every day before he went to sleep and he would just be talking. The only thing I could understand was my name and I love you.

Why An Autobiography Matters

I think an autobiography is very important in some case. To me an autobiography is a story, not just a story but a long story. It's like a story that goes into very good details of one's own life. I would rather read an autobiography of someone rather than read a biography. The difference between an autobiography and a biography is that one is written by the person itself. Meaning that an autobiography is a story or book when a person is writing a story of their own life. As for a biography, somebody else does a tone of research on another human being and right a story or a book on their life. As for the autobiography of Charles Darwin. I would have wanted to read that verses the biography. Reading an autobiography to me, seem more in-depth. One can get more feelings and understanding of the person's life that way. To me it's one of them things like, I would rather hear it or read it from the person itself than read it from somebody else that says they have all the facts. A biography is true, but also put in the other person's pwn words. By reading an autobiography one can actually see how they thought and their choice of words which tells a lot about a person.

Rough Draft Autobiography

1. Quick anecdote about a time you were terrified.

• I had to sing a duet at a church concert with somebody that I have never met before. It would not have been all that serious if the concert was not being recorded, televised, and/or in front of an audience of more than five thousand

2. What does that say about you?

• It says that I might not get along with others when it comes down to doing something big and important. Also that I can sing, was nervous, and don't like new changes or last minute changes
  

3. What is the different about that than the way you would like to be perceived?

• I am a very outgoing person, but it takes me a little while to warm up to somebody. I'm that person that makes practice or an activity fun and not make it be boring, but at the same time get everything done that suppose to be done in the time limit that we have. I am not mean. Also when it comes down to something like that I want it to be good.

4.What is it about this experience/anecdote that would make anyone be able to know the experience as something that they can feel/think/remember/understand?

• That I had a moment when someone new came in the picture and had to perform the a song that we had not practiced on together. It was difficult because we was use to singing it one way rather than the way that the other person knew the song. The pace and the rhythm of the song was different to the both of us. It was like we had two days to get the song down packed and be able to perform it like we knew each other more than just two days. It was stressful at first, then got better once we came to an agreement.

Tuesday Work. 9-8-09

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1 1. The last time I had to write something difficult was my junior year in high school. I had to write an autobiography on an author of a book that we were reading at the time.

2 2. The paper was suppose to tell people the way he lived his life. Not only how he lived his life but how things around him changed and how he had to adapt to these certain changes. In order for me to tell the readers something about the man. I had to do some research myself. The was my teacher made me go about that was by giving me all different types of sources to find my information from. I used plenty of the sources she gave me like: documentaries, books he had written, articles, and the internet.

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1. 1. Split, lose, paused, consideration, vanished, chased, smashed, coming, ran, chased, chased, glanced, choking, expected, quit, were, strained, pounding, step, thought, fling, point, forget, aim, dive, chasing, impelled, compelled, tore, running, improvising, running, choosing, failing, find, slow, discovering, exhilarated, dismayed, save, give, losing, chased, caught, caught, stopped

2. 2. Paused, consideration, vanished, trailed, picked, chased, smashed, sliding, coming, chased, chased, glanced, choking, expected, strained, pounding, to fling, aim, dive, to go, chasing, impelled, compelled, running, improvising, running, choosing, failing, to find, to slow, discovering, exhilarated, dismayed, losing, chased, stopped

3. 3. “At the corner, I looked back; incredibly, he was still after us.

“He chased Mikey and me around the yellow house and up a backyard path we knew by heart: under a low tree, up a bank, through a hedge, down some snowy steps, and across the grocery store’s delivery driveway.”

“He caught us, and we all stopped.”

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1. 1. City clothes: a suit and tie, street shoes, thin, lower pants leg wet, cuffs full of snow, prow of snow beneath them on his shoes and socks [ sainted, skinny, furious redheaded man]

2. 2. Ordinary Pittsburgh accent, normal righteous anger, usual common sense, perfunctorily [“You stupid kids.”]

3. 3. The way he described the man, suit and tie and street shoes. Like he is a normal man going to or coming home from work and might not have been in a good mood.

1. 1. A perfect iceball, from perfectly white snow, perfectly spherical, and squeezed perfectly translucent so no snow remained all the way through.

2. 2. “A complex trail beige chunks like crenellated castles walls,” describing how the roads was how good they were for them to play their game

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1. 1. “We listened perfunctorily indeed,” “I brooded about this for the next few years,” “He could only chew us out there in the Panamanian jungle, after months or years of exalting pursuit.”

2. 2. “I wanted the glory to last forever.” “We could have ran through every backyard in North America until we got to Panama.”